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I’m so consumed by the feel of his arms around me and his mouth on mine that I don’t realise we’ve stopped moving until his lips leave mine and he is lowering me down the front of his body, his eyes dark with desire and his chest heaving with his heavy breaths. I feel the evidence of his excitement digging into my lower stomach and can’t help the whimper that leaves my mouth as a rush of desire soaks my underwear.
I hear Kenzi’s footsteps as she walks over to join us. I turn in Xave’s arms to watch her as she comes around him to stand in front of us and I notice where we are for the first time. I take a look around the room with a gasp.
We’re in a large bedroom, the walls a dark purple and soft lighting coming from the lamps that are either side of the canopied bed taking up centre stage behind Kenzi against the wall in front of me. There is a chest of drawers along the wall next to me, a couple of doors along the wall to my left, which I assume must be a wardrobe and bathroom, and floor to ceiling windows the length of the room on my right. Two large chairs and a small table in front of them
“This room is…Wow,” I breathe out.
Xave’s voice comes from beside my ear, his breath skating across my neck and making me shiver.
“I’m glad you like it, Little One, because this is your room.”
“Mine?How?…Why?” I ask. I try to turn so I can see his face but he holds on to me and drops his lips to my neck.
“Yes, yours. As much as I would like to keep you chained to my bed, you need a space for yourself where you can take some time when you need it, so this is your room. You can decorate it however you like, just let me know what you need and I’ll make sure you have it.”
“That’s…” I wriggle in Xave’s arms until his hold loosens enough that I can turn and face him, pulling his head down to mine and placing a soft kiss on his lips as I feel the tears start to well in my eyes.
No one had ever done anything like this for me before, given me something that was just for me. Not even the room I have in my father’s home has anything in there that is uniquely mine. It’s just a mix of furniture that he’d had for years and does the job I need it to. And for this man - who has only known me for a short time - to have him do something like this for me, actually wanting to take care of me, is something that I needed more than I ever knew possible and has me completely overwhelmed.
“Thank you,” I tell him as I pull my mouth from his, and he brings his hand up to swipe at the lone tear that has escaped and fallen onto my cheek with his thumb.
“Shh, you don’t need to thank me for taking care of you and making sure you have everything you need, Little One. It’s what Daddy’s do for their princesses.”
Kenzi walks up behind me and places a hand on my shoulder so I turn in Xave’s arms to face her. She takes one more step forward so she’s standing flush against me, only Xave’s arms across my front separating us. She brings her hand up and buries it in my hair, pulling my head down to hers so our lips are barely touching.
“You doing okay after all that, Angel?” She asks, concern clear in her eyes as she looks up at me.
Having them both stood so close, Xave at my back, his arousal clear as his erection presses into me, and Kenzi’s lips just barely brushing mine is almost too much and has my brain misfiring in the most delicious way. It makes it impossible for me to speak as every sensation travels downwards and has me rubbing my thighs together for some kind of relief.
I close my eyes and take a breath, nodding my head when I open them again. She moves to finally close the tiny bit of space between us but Xave stops her before she can place her lips on mine.
“Nuh uh, baby,” he says and chuckles when she takes a step back, sputtering at being stopped. “You still need to be punished for the things you’ve done tonight, and I have the perfect thing in mind.”
“Punished?” She exclaims. “I honestly don’t think I did anything that deserves punishment. I brought the guys here and heard them out without killing any of them. If anything, I think I deserve to be rewarded for my restraint,” she tells him with a smirk.
“Really? You call throwing a knife in Wyatt’s thigh and then jumping at Clay and putting that same blade to his throat,restraint? And what about antagonising Rafael?” He asks her.
“Well, Wyatt deserved it for what he said about Poppy, and Clay’s, well, Clay,” she shrugs. “Oh, and Rafael started it,” she says with a pout as she stomps her foot and crosses her arms over her chest.
“As much as I agree with you about Wyatt,” he says, his arms tightening around me slightly, “we were not supposed to instigate any violence tonight, Kenzi. And then there was your little tantrum mocking me.”
“Aww, Xave, I was only having a bit of fun. You don’t need to punish me for that,” she says with a grin. “And anyway, what was all that shit with you getting all pally with King of the dickheads? Maybe you should be the one being punished. Fucking traitor,” she says with a pout. But at the glint of mischief in her eyes I can tell she’s not really that mad about it.
“That’s not how this works. You will be punished for not behaving tonight, Kenzi,” he bends down and places his mouth next to my ear. “What do you think, Little One? Would you like to help me show our little troublemaker what happens to bad girls who don’t do as they’re told?”
I shiver in response to his breath ghosting over my ear, but then stiffen in his hold as my head clears slightly and I finally comprehend the conversation that has been going on around me.
Punished.
Was he going tohurther? And did he want me to help him do it?
“W-what?... I don’t… Please don't punish her, Xave,” I say quietly, turning my head so I can look at him, and I hear Kenzi chuckle.
Xave’s brow is furrowed and there is confusion in his eyes as he looks down at me, which just confuses me even more. I had expected him to look at least a little angry considering he’d just been speaking about punishing her.
His mouth drops open before just as quickly closing again and a small smile tilts his lips as he nods, seeming to come to some sort of realisation. He turns me in his arms so that we are face to face.
“I’m not going to hurt her, Poppy, not in the way that you’re thinking, anyway,” he says with a small smile on his lips.
